Edgar the Beatmaker - MVC BUS RIDIM KILA lyrics

[Intro Edgar the Beatmaker] Yo, yo [Verse 1: Edgar the Beatmaker] I obliterate illiterate fools I'm re-alliterate my political views Misinterpret-ate the critical truce Spread across the globe for the cynical news Miles Davis choose drop Without original blues Born as a lyrical muse, but I'm dazed and confused And amazed at what we can create as a crew Surrounded by a purple haze, became stale and blue Little bit of Al Greene, they'll be jailing you We mailing tunes, across the globe cuz England's a b**h I'm skinning a spliff, envisioning bliss Love living the risk If you're burning by the lights, you ain't discovering this For my mad fives kids, [?] This monkey went to heaven, clocked heaven with sh** So came back to hell enough to learn a lesson, to spit But really what's the worth when is a [?] The best curse of d**h, now I'll be selecting the list Perfecting the need to resist, to [?] I exist Reminiscing, music making, to help, making me live my life Bit of trouble and strife From the pigs with their sticks and knives List of lies, of the institutionalized Subsidize or they subside the pub fights To [?] the [?] they haven't done right Clock them industries, just forgot how to love life Send em' well, from [?] And f** life, and tough times It's coming up I love her, but [?] gotta f** minds [Bridge: Slam the Poet/Cecil B Demented] Tuck your shirt inside, I'm the big one The switch has [?] Screaming, "d**h's not the end" Cuz endings are beginnings that have yet to be written So seek wisdom, and flee to money prison Cuz the queen's head, has been said Makes your world turn, but it could make your world burn If you don't learn to treat [?] secondary Too many people be settling very serious scores Indulging material flaws But don't hate the effect, hate the cause Don't hate the people, hate the laws And if you want to see change then open your doors To the corpse on the corner and just greet the new dawn These the words of the dead beat poets Shot my eyes, let my head stay Show is never too late to make peace Cuz peace is the fern to aid the speech To blaze trees, and dream daily Of the feds leaving the streets So we're walking to the people's beat See the writing on the wall, it spells MVC And the prophet at the moment is the STP I rep 20 B.C. and Edgar the Beatmaker He's the lyrical savior [Cecil B Demented] Cecil B Demented, Slam the Poet Scam and wretched [Slam the Poet] We done, all the young disrespected